"No, don't let him get away!" cried a number of voices.
There was a move toward the door.
Harris vaulted over the back row of seats and rushed to the door, where he paused, turned about, shook his fist at Frank, and shouted:
"I'll see you again! I've been wanting to see you ever since I found you had escaped my vengeance! Our account is not settled! I'll square with you!"
Dash—slam! Harris was gone.
Several hurried after him, crying for him to stop.
It was some moments before the excitement in the theater subsided.
Frank advanced to the front of the stage, and made a short speech, in which he said:
"I thank you all for your kind attention, and I trust you are satisfied with the performance given here. As announced in advance, the feats of the 'Educated Fly' will close the entertainment. All those who are not satisfied can recover their money by calling at the box office."
"Anybody who calls at the box office is too mean to live in this town," loudly declared the mayor. "Just to see the work of that fly was worth more than the price anyone paid for seats here to-night. We are satisfied with the performance, young man, and we hope you will appear here again at some future time. If you do, you may be sure that you will have a full house."